Sport ’n pastime suffer no end?
Won’t feel vanars fatherless
And get scattered world over?
In that depressed state of theirs
Many might as well end their lives.
Were I to go without her sight
It’s like taking death sentence.
Serves no purpose going there
Without the news of her welfare.
Were I to stay put here itself
Might they as well live in hope.
Better I remain in her search
Feed I would on fruits ’n roots.
As and when I reach dead end
Can’t I immolate without a trace?
Or unto death I would fast
Upon my frame let beasts all feast.
Why not I let myself drown
In the selfsame sea I crossed?
It was such a good beginning
Why should it ever end different?
Fail in case to find Seetha
What if I turn ascetic here?
Live if I in Lanka thus
Won’t I let live my folk there?
Downs as curtain death on life
Takes none further part on stage.
At not finding Rama’s spouse
That’s how Hanuman’s mind wavered.
Brave that he was rose in time
And thought of seeing Ravan’s end.
Or else I could lift Ravan
And fly across the sea I crossed.
Confined somewhere in these parts
How that would serve Seetha’s cause?
As he thought the better of it
And thought none of Ravan more
Came to sing the same old tune.
Were I to go by Jataayu’s words
And fetch Rama here forthwith
Finding her not he would sulk
And his wrath would harm us all.
Stay if I back in Lanka
Harm I none in Kishkindha.
Oh, isn’t yonder garden there?
Well, how I failed to notice that!
Seems like gods are guiding me
In my search of Rama’s spouse.
What if that grove yields that fruit
Brings which joy to Rama’s heart?
Buoyed by that thought he set
Sights his all then on that grove.
So to bring him good tidings
Prayed he Ram ’n Seetha then
As well Lakshman and Rudra,
Besides Indra and Vayu
Yama ’n Surya not to speak
Angels all there in the skies
Prayed them all he in reverence.
Hoping to find her in grove
Sought he as well Sugreev’s grace.
Striding there in long strides
Worked out moves his in advance.
Find I would there guards for sure
With swords drawn to stop trespass.
For the comfort of someone
Breezes past that he that grove
Seems that Vayu is concerned.
Assume I might tiny form
And turn needle in haystack.
Hope gods all of heavens there are
Help me in my mission on earth.
If I were to go blindfold
Moonlight hope would lead me to